John Dough isn't real. He doesn't matter. He's just the background in other people's lives. He's just filler. John survives the gritty city on the margins by filling out police line-ups and selling his plasma for a living. But then Debra Cross, a hooker with a black eye and a sad story, struts into his life. Before he knows it, John is off brass-knuckled and fist gleaming into a tangled twisted web of ass-kicking, limb-chopping, triple-crossing murder.
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